Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Key ❯ New Acquaintances, Old Memories ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Yes, it is a new story, but this one has been plaguing my brain for the past week. So now, it is being posted up here. I hope that you all like it, but before we delve to deeply into the joys of having a new story posted there are a two things to remember:

I do not, and most likely never will own anything that has to do with Yu-Gi-Oh! So you can stop pestering me about it now, and you can kiss away any and all hopes of suing me, because I do not claim to own anything to do with the show. Although, I do wish I owned the hotties….

This story contains my own character. This is her information

Name: Isis. (Named after the goddess, not Malik's sister. My own creation as well, so please do not steal her!)

Hair: Obsidian, with faint ruby and gold colored highlights. Mid-back.

Eyes: Pale, pale blue. Glacial blue.

Skin: Egyptian caramel.

Age: 17

And now, without further adieu, here is my story.

The Key

Chapter 1: New Acquaintances, Old Memories

The sun was just dipping behind the vast sand dunes as a young woman walked down the torch-lit path. She fiddled with the adornment that hung around her neck absentmindedly. It was a gold key that was inlayed with gold-laced lapis lazuli, the shaft of the key was triangular, the top of it sported the head of the Dark God Anubis, and the teeth were jagged. She was not quite sure why her father had given her something that was so closely connected with the Dark God before he had died, but he told her to always keep it close…to protect it, and she did just that. She never took the ornament off, it had become a sort of sacred security icon to her, she felt alone and naked with out it.

`I hate being here.' She thought to herself as she lazily walked the familiar corridor to the servant's barrack. Her light, gauzy skirt flowed around her ankles as she walked, showing bare feet as they treaded on the sand-colored stone bricks. She had just completed another day's worth of doing Pharaoh Yami's bidding. `Why can't he do anything by himself? He has two perfectly good Ra-given-hands that could do half the things he asks me to do himself…' The young woman thought, but those thoughts would never be spoken out loud. Though she despised her life of servitude, she wanted to stay alive, so she remained quiet.

"Isis?" A quiet mouse-like voice broke through the thoughts that had been gushing through her head.

"Yes, Kalli?" Isis said as she turned to look and a sixteen-year-old girl that had the traditional Egyptian look to her. She had dark eyes, obsidian tresses, and the customary sun-kissed caramel skin. Kalli looked into the out-of-place glacial blue eyes of her older friend.

"You said that you were going to eat lunch with me, what happened? You didn't show up." The younger girl looked frightened, as if a supervisor was going to come around the corner and order twenty slashes on the both of them, just for standing there.

"The Pharaoh decided he could not handle being left alone to take his bath." Isis snapped disgustedly. She had been forced to undress the well-sculpted body, and wash it too. She didn't mind that so much, but there were other things that needed to be done, and now she would have to do them tomorrow. All because he was being too damned dependant. "We should keep walking." She said as she noted Kalli looking around the corridor with frightened eyes, then started to walk away.

"All right," The young girl said as she hurried to catch up to her friend's side. They walked the rest of the way to the barracks without talking, each in deep thought about the day's events. They both washed their faces in a small bowl and crawled into their respective beds without another word to each other, both too tired to talk anymore than they already had.

"Excellent…"A shadow whispered under his breath as he watched the two girls fall into bed. He had been watching the older girl for the past month, and he could see that the `Thief's Prophecy' was coming true. He waited until he was sure both of the girls were asleep before crawling through the small window and walked to the glacier-eyed girl's bed. Wisps of her hair had fallen across her face, and without thinking, he brushed them away from her face.

"What do you want?" Isis hissed, drawing a golden dagger from under her pillow and pressing it firmly against the assailant's juggler vein.

"I thought that you were asleep, this will teach me to be more careful." The intruder whispered quietly, not wishing to put any more pressure on the blade then necessary.

"That may be true. But you never answered my question, and now I have another," Isis hissed quietly, not wanting to wake anybody up and draw attention to the stranger and herself. "What do you want? And why in the name of Ra have you been watching me for the past month?"

"You knew?" He asked as he hung his head, a waterfall of white hair cascaded down his shoulders and face.

"Of course I knew. What do you take me for?" Isis cocked her head and stared at him with questioning eyes.

"Well, whatever I was expecting, you are certainly not it." He hissed. He lifted his head and stared into the cold, hard glacial eyes of the young woman that he needed.

"And you were expecting what, exactly?" She took her blade from the man's throat and sat up, laying the knife in her lap.

"Somebody that would be less aware of her surroundings, but that would be undermining the holder of the Key, now wouldn't it?" His eyes held a ruthless gleam, one that told Isis that no matter what she did, she was going to end up having to go with this man.

"I don't know what Key you are talking about." Isis snapped defiantly.

`Oh my dear, I think that you do. Your father, Terick, gave it to you."

"What? How did you know my father?" Isis was perturbed that this creep of a man knew her father.

"We need to get you out of here, then you will learn everything that you need to know. Everything that your father intended you to do." The white haired man said in a urgent voice.

"Fine. But before we go, can I at least know your name?" Isis asked.

"Bakura. Now lets go!" He snapped.

"The Thief Bakura?"

"Yes, now lets go!!" He hissed

"Fine, don't get yourself all bent out of shape!" She hissed, swinging her legs off the bed and stood up. As she stood, she pulled her long hair into a bun and placed the dagger there to hold it. "I'm ready."

"You don't have anything else?"

"Please, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to have. I'm a servant to the Pharaoh, he doesn't exactly go around giving people the things that they need." Isis snapped quietly as she made her way to the window.

"Oh. Well then, I guess we had better go." Bakura said, following the out-of-place young woman to the window.

"Yeah, sure." Isis said, making her way down the steep wall, with nothing except a rope to grasp onto.

"Would you like me to go first?" Bakura asked as he stared down at her from the windowsill.

"Oh yes, please do. I mean I'm already half way down, and I really need a pervert staring up my skirt." Isis snapped sarcastically, trying desperately not to fall. That would really put a damper in her evening, seeing as the last thing she needed was the Pharaoh finding her spread-eagle, with her neck broken, at the bottom of a ninety-foot drop.

"No need to bite my head off, Ra. You have a temper, and I don't know anybody around that will be willing to put up with it." Bakura said, as he too stared to climb down the rope.

"Would you mind shutting up so that I can concentrate on doing this without breaking my neck?" Isis hissed.

"Of course Hathor." Bakura hissed back

"H-how do you…?" Isis stopped climbing.

"Not now. Now you need to climb, I really do not wish to be caught taking a servant away." Bakura stated as he continued to climb.

"By `taking a servant away', you mean stealing me, don't you?" Isis snapped, jumping the last few feet, and landing like a cat. She quickly moved out of the way so Bakura could follow. Sure enough, he landed right beside her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into the shadows.

"Follow me. Stay close. Do not stray into the lights, the last thing I need is to kill a bunch of guards. On second thought…" He pinched the bare skin of Isis's arm, making her curse loudly.

"Osiris! What the hell was that for?" She yelled. "Ow!!" She hissed as Bakura shoved her roughly into the torchlight. She froze in her tracks when she heard the guard's sandals flop against the sandstone. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just look pretty." The voice of Bakura hissed from the shadowed alley.

"HALT!!!" The guard yelled loudly.

"Oh great. I hope this guy knows what he is doing." Isis hissed under her breath. She stood straight and stared at the approaching guards.

"Servants are not allowed out of their barracks after dark. What are you doing out here so late?" A big burly guard questioned Isis, breathing heavily. He was not used to running.

"If servants are not allowed out of their barracks after dark, do tell me, what are you doing out here?" Isis shot at the guard.

"Little girl, you did not just say th-" The guard's words were cut off just then.

"Actually, yeah I did." Isis hissed. "I do not like being referred to as just another little trinket that the Pharaoh owns. I am not owned by anybody, least of all that." She spat venom at the guard.

"Little girl,"

"Stop calling me that!! I am not little anymore!!" Isis screamed.

"Hathor!" Bakura hissed harshly from the shadows.

In that instant, something took over Isis. She pulled the dagger from her hair, letting it tumble down her back in a black, gold, and ruby waterfall, and brought the blade down into the man's chest and dragged it down, spilling the man's viscera over the stone sidewalk. She glared down at the dying man with cold ice-like eyes.

"May the Judgment Hall have mercy on your soul." Isis said. She turned to the shadows, "Are you ready to get out of here, Bakura?"

"I wanted to kill him." Bakura complained.

"Ra! Fine." Isis snapped, and waked back over to the dead man.

"What are you doing?" Her companion inquired.

"You wanted to kill him didn't you?"

"Yes, but I don't see how you are going to make that happen." Bakura said.

"Watch, I'll show you." She turned her eyes away from the thief and placed them on the dead man. She closed her eyes, and mumbled a few words.

"You know the spells to give and take life?" Bakura asked, his body was still ramrod straight, but his tone clearly stated that he was shocked.

"Yes, my father often read me the Book of the Dead and the Book of the Living. He read them so often that I memorized the incantations." Isis said as she stepped away from the now-stirring body.

"Hmm." The once-dead man moaned, drawing Bakura's attention to his new heartbeat.

"If you are going to kill him, hurry up and get it over with." Isis snapped. Her freedom was so close that she could taste it; it was like sweet honey.

"What is your hurry?" Bakura shot at the young woman.

"I want to be free. I want out of this place, and you stalling is just making it harder to cope with. I am so close, and in large part I owe that to you." Isis hissed, very aware that the only reason this man wanted her was because of the key that hung around her neck.

"You take all the fun out of this, but I understand your point." He said, kneeling down next to the burly man, he placed his hands on either side of his neck and broke it with a sickening crack.

"Uuhhgg, that is barbaric." Isis snapped, turning her head away in disgust.

"No more barbaric than what you did to him the first time around." Bakura said, straightening himself and walking over to Isis. He grabbed her wrist and began to walk with her.

"How did you know my father?" Isis asked, breaking the silence.

"Your father was a very famous thief that went by the code name Bomani." Bakura stated slowly.

"Bomani. I always wondered what the Warrior looked like, and the whole time he was my father." Isis said mutedly.

"He headed the Kahldun. My father was in it before me, it is a generational thing. Your father designed tests for their children to follow, to be initiated into it, but your father gave you a way to be instantly accepted." Bakura stated as the pair slipped into the shadows and rounded the unguarded corner that led out of the city.

WFW: Uhhhh yeah, that is about all that I can come up with right now. If you liked it, I would love a review telling me as much. I hope that I did a good job, and any comments or criticism are always welcome.